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CHAPTER TWO:
Dean-o the Romeo
"Singer Salvage Yard, huh? Doesn't look as bad as it sounds." Gabriel mutters, pulling up by Cas' "pimp" car. It was a golden tan colored '78 Lincoln Continental Mark V that had been modified to be a low rider and the thing always broke down or would fail to start. Why Cas had decided to keep it? Well, "I like it," was his reasoning when Gabriel suggested he buy another car.
Gabriel himself has a '72 Dodge Challenger. He loved the bright red paint, it reminded him of his favorite flavoring of candy; cherry.
"You're late," Cas grumbles, standing from his spot on the hood of his car. Gabriel rolls his whiskey colored eyes and wraps his right arm around Castiel's shoulders, bringing the slightly taller male down some. While Gabriel was 5'8, Cas was a couple inches taller at exactly 6 feet.
"Fashionably." Gabriel corrects only to receive a confused stare and Gabriel sighs. "Forgot you're not my favorite cousin, Balthy." Gabriel whines before they step in the front door, Gabriel's arm still wrapped around Castiel's shoulders. They're immediately greeted by a young red headed woman who was a few inches shorter than Gabriel. She seems excited about their closeness, eyeing them like a piece of meat.
"Welcome to Singers Salvage Yard, what funk is in your junk?" She calls in an overly cheerful voice. Gabriel grins at her, having the feeling the two were gonna get along great.
"Bobby told you not to greet people like that, Charlie. They'll get the wrong idea about what we do here." Comes a joking male voice. His voice is deep and gruff, kinda hot in Gabriel's opinion. The Shurley siblings turn to face the newcomer and Castiel's usual stoic face morphs into an awed and shocked expression.
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It's a brunet mechanic in a blue jumpsuit with the sleeves rolled up. He has green apple eyes and a faint dusting of freckles across his defined cheekbones and nose. It's the lips that are his most attractive feature. They're pursed in a natural pout and are practically begging to be kissed.
